Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. Not sure what happened in a recent past article. It was a blast from the past.However, I was pretty confident that I was current with my Master’s weekly needs. So anyway, daylight-saving time is just a few days away and I am not a happy camper about it. I am just getting used to seeing the sun come in the morning when I go to work. I get up, shower, dress, grab a bite of breakfast, and crawl into my cold dark car. Then as I drive down the darken lane the sun starts to peak above the skyline. All of sudden the whole mood of the drive changes; I watch the sunrays light up the morning sky, and in the distance you can see along the horizon a strand of trees, still bare of leaves, making a stark contrast to the sun that is rising behind them. What a picture that would make if I could capture it. This is just a beautiful respite to my normal drive to work, and I thank the good Lord for the opportunity to see the start of this beautiful morning. For a few minutes, as I drive to work, the day seems a little less harsh, and there is a little bit more anticipation of hope and joy for the new day, which last till I pull into the parking lot and reality again takes precedence. Now, with this “spring forward” crap, I sink back into the dark lonely drive to work with no hope of seeing that beautiful sunrise to lift my spirits, even if it is only for a fifteen minutes. It is not fair, and I personally believe that it does not save energy. Actually, it probably wastes a lot more energy considering how much time we have to devote to correcting all of our clocks. I have to change the timers on the stove, the microwave, the lighted wall cabinets, and my alarm clock. Even odds are that I will mess up the alarm timer at least once, since I often confuse 6 a.m. with 6 p.m. Grrrr!
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“If you are going to have daylight-saving time, then I suggest, to make it more palpable, have it start on Friday at 4 p.m.” Dogpound idea.
Overheard at a restaurant; “Yes, I am certain you will not get the coronavirus from eating Chinese food.”
I took my young son to the doctor for a routine physical. All the way I had to reassure him that he would not be getting a shot. He went through his eye exam, hearing test, etc. The nurse came into the exam room and started to ask me routine questions.
When she got to “Is he allergic to anything, my four-year-old son stood up and said “YES, I’m allergic to shots!”
During my physical fitness class, I had everyone lie on their backs with their legs up as if pedaling a bike. After several minutes, one man suddenly stopped. “Why did you stop pedaling?” I shouted. “I didn’t stop,” he said, wheezing. “I’m coasting.” [By the way, that was me! LOL.]
A man pacing back and forth glanced at his watch and yelled upstairs to his wife, “Honey, are you ready yet?” Shouting back, the woman replies, “For crying out loud, Dewey, I’ve been telling you for the last half-hour. I’ll be ready in a minute!” [Been there and done that many times!]
Ok, that is enough for today. As always be good, do good, play safe, and remembe; the light at the end of the tunnel might just be a train.